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Don'T Wake Sleepless Night

Into the crowd of scrambling books upon the imagination bubbling thoughts 
Ticket of talks tail the sound of burglar fist the bottom most mistake to 
The military base.

I try to stand suddenly snow of imagination cover my entity the stone rolls 
Under my feet see my enemy smile to fish scent the wife wiped off the tears 
In the morning wet sand swallow my hope to tuck.

I never give such thought to tomato garden, crystal night morning pain I 
Preferred to swallow the night like broken bottles where Pharaoh pays his 
Nemesis. The smell of rainbow stitches on my nose needle prick.

The velocity of my mind and eyes travels billions of miles in seconds 
searching for the truth. Milky boy incompatible with my poems the sound of 
Hate can't take me away from winning the award to alumni shape shocked the 
entire anti-social.

The night wattle cock crown brown ideas like iodine morning with sulfuric 
Scent gas in the air answer to the telephony booth master group of 
Manipulators sucking fake fable tricking to marmalade taste that drew 
People’s interest by the side of couch coin stunted ideas.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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